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My masks are made of ivory enamel,
The beauty of it makes you pause;
Everyone else does naught but admire,
Why do you wish to pull it off?
There is no flesh beneath the mask,
The years have ate the truth away,
The lie lived has become everyone's reality -
Save mine -
But I'm the one who had gone astray.
My masks made of ivory enamel
Tell you stories of far away,
Stories of lands that never are,
Stories of family that never be -
Save in my head -
Because what am I but another pawn,
In this drawn out game of chess.